Father Figure, Mother Tongue: Dulude-De Celles Curates Reconciliation
It turns out you can go home again…but don’t expect not to confront psychic wounds left untended,...
Patching together portraits of his beloved Portland streets, bits of Shakespeare's Henry IV via Welles' tumultuous Chimes at Midnight, and vignettes of a narcoleptic vagabond hustler whose motherless anxieties...
The thrill of meeting Marjane Satrapi reminded me of being 6 years old at Disney Land when I met the living, breathing Cinderella. Except Cinderella was an actress with a blond wig and Marjane is the real woman behind her autobiographical graphic novel, turned movie, “Persepolis”. The distinctive mole on her nose and her dark sultry eyes rose off the page and appeared in front of me, smoking and speaking with a French accent.